I’ve thought about your post all day, and had a little cry putting my make up on this morning thinking about you so thought I would share my experience.
My mother died of GBM in 2020. I’m medical and so when we were told what it was, I knew what was coming and in many ways that was worse than the actual experience. Some radiotherapy, some chemo with complications but ultimately, it’s a runaway train that’s nearly impossible to stop. She did ok with 11 months from diagnosis to death.
Experiences will all be different; for me I had one little kid who was terribly confused as to why their favourite person was so suddenly changed and different. I was newly pregnant and the world was going to hell with Covid. I took lots of time off work to care for my mum, and have no regrets about any of the time we spent together, even the really rough stuff.
In the end, there was lots of sleeping, a bit of confusion and disorientation, some mild seizures, unsteadiness on her feet but not much pain, some moments of lucidity and a sense of gratitude from us all that we were lucky enough to have had her at all. Her death was really peaceful and dignified, and so many people didn’t get that in 2020.
I’m so sorry this is happening to you. At the time, it derailed my whole life. I won’t ever be the same version of myself I was then. But still happy, still fulfilled and still can enjoy things, even though I miss her like I’ve lost a limb, every day. Sending you lots of love and strength.